at this point
Saucy Gert steps onto the deck, puts her hands on her hips and demands;
"Dis here so called Nef Yoo Black Beard oiv been 'earin aboot had best show 'imself hat onse!"
"Nef Yoo- ye bes be at tha Benbow by sundown iffin ye knowz whotz gud fer ye. "
With one last squint eyed look around at the filthy, starveling lot -the so called deck hands- Saucy Gert climbs down the gangway and saunters off to see who's been clapped in the stocks today.
Just save the farkin Gorillas will you! They don't have spell check- but they do need YOU/US...
I Ned Speil Cheek!!!!!!!!
I'm *not* the lowest rank on this ship. What about the laboratory mice? I tell them something and they jump straight to it. "Yes, Mr. Lister Sir, eek,eek."